In honor of Halloween, I wanted to write some stories based on the characters created for a styled shoot from the imagination of Crystal from @beauty.crystal.clear. Her makeup magic brought 4 different Halloween looks to life. In this post, you will read about how beauty can turn ugly.
If I'm not prom queen this year, I will die. Rachel's stomach churned at the mere thought of losing the title this year. She had been crowned the last three years. The first year had been a surprise. The last two years, nobody was surprised. Rachel's parents spent the most money on her clothes, name brand makeup, and constant hair care. She had a new guy on her arm every other week, and every girl wanted to be her.
She held up her glittery blush colored dress in the mirror. Glitter was her signature look. At least one piece of every outfit had to be covered in glitter. Her date was coming soon, so she finished her hair and slipped into the dress.
As her eyes scanned her reflection, she noticed her flaws. My nose doesn't look like Ashley's. Maybe, I should dye my hair brunette again. Am I getting a double chin? She hardly noticed her mother knock on the door.
Rachel's mother gushed, "Wow, honey! You look gorgeous! I can't believe this is your last prom! You are stunning!"
"Yeah I know. Hey, where did you put my heels?"
"They are in your closet. Would you like some dinner before you leave?"
"No. I'm not eating." I can't look even more bloated, she thought.
"Alright, well come downstairs. We need to take pictures!"
Rachel pealed herself from her reflection and glided down the stairs.
"Is Dad going to come home before I leave?"
"Well, no. He is still at work, but let's send him a picture of you! Maybe, that will get him to hurry up!"
I doubt that. I've never been good enough for him. Rachel never spoke her mind about her father's absence. After all, he was the one who funded all of her clothes. She posed for her mother's phone.
"Who will be in your group?"
"Ashely, Melissa, and Jamie. They all going with guys from the football team. My date, Matthew, will be picking me and we'll meet them at the dance."
"Oh, you're not going with Kylie?" Mother asked.
"Mom, we haven't hung out since like 3rd grade. Just because we are neighbors, doesn't mean we are friends." Rachel left out the reasons why they hadn't spoken. Kylie changed in middle school. Instead of shopping and maturing like the rest of the girls, she became quiet and weird. Everyone who didn't make fun of her mostly avoided her. Even the teachers made her the exception during group projects.
Finally, the door bell rang announcing the arrival of her date, Matthew. He was cute enough. Tall with curly brown hair. Stubble usually speckled his strong jawline. He was one of the boys who looked like they should already be in college. This qualified him to be Rachel's fling of the week. After countless pictures, they left for the dance.
The music's beat drummed a hip-hop remix. Cheesy balloon decorations and streamers in the school colors, yellow and purple, hung from every surface. Rachel spotted her friends in the front of the dancing crowd. As she passed her classmates, she got the usual compliments on her looks, but nobody said anything about how her eyes or lips look. She had bought new makeup just for this prom. This frustrated her, but she kept smiling and graciously accepting the compliments.
She passed Kylie. Even the weirdos showed up. I wonder who is her date. Rachel noticed that she looked decent, even could pass as pretty. Her dark hair had been braided around her head with a crown of flowers on top. That's the only kind of crown she'll ever wear. A slightly worn dress relieved her pale shoulders. The look would have been elegant, if the missing rhinestones weren't so obvious. As Rachel's eyes moved up Kylies outfit, they made eye contact. Unlike everyone else Rachel looked at, her mouth did not break into a smile. The eye contact held like paintings that follow viewers with their eyes. Rachel sheepishly broke the stare down.
A slow pop song came on. Couples paired off as she reached her group. Matthew followed closely looking hopeful to take the chance to dance with his date, but his date was busy receiving more compliments.
"I can't believe it, Rachel! You look like a princess! That dress looks so couture!" Jamie beamed. As she spoke her hair hardly moved. It must have taken hours and jugs of product to get it that straight.
The tall, tan, leggy brunette looked like every Instagram model's best features combined. Her curves popped from all the best places, and her dress made sure to hug them. Her hazel eyes were always lined with a winged liner sharp enough to kill. Ashley never told, but Rachel was sure her lips had been pumped with some sort of synthetic filling to get that perfect pout. Even though they were best friends, they only complimented each other's dresses.
Everyone's dates realized that the girls were going to talk long before they would consider dancing, so the representatives of the best the football team had to offer moved on to the refreshments table. Their dates continued to chatter about how everyone else looked, and after three minutes, they all decided they needed to touch-up their makeup.
In the bathroom, they plucked and prodded their faces with noses inches from the mirrors. They glanced up when they heard someone enter the bathroom. Kylie strode in and stood behind the group. Everybody went back to checking their faces. Moments passed and Kylie remained, unmoving. Ashley was the first to speak.
"Do you need something?"
Kylie's rich voice replied, "I need to wash my hands."
Jamie giggled, "There are perfectly good toilets behind you."
"You know that you can't wash ugly away, right?" Ashley sneered.
Rachel had seen her friends act this way before. Normally, she stayed out of it, but tonight, she was trying to impress them more.
"I'm pretty sure my mom made me give that dress to the homeless shelter. i didn't think anyone would wear it, but I figured it would make good cleaning rags." The group cackled with laughter.
Kylie rose an eyebrow and the corner of her lip curled into a smirk.
"Rachel, I remember your mom telling us that it's what's on the inside that counts. You must be empty." She took a step forward towards Ashley's sink. She brushed Ashley's arm. Ashley's dramatic flare would have won an award. She shoved Kylie in response.
Kylie's forehead collided with the mirror. Petals fluttered to the sink. The flower crown slid from her head. She stumbled back clutching her face.
Ashley squealed. "Why would you assault me? Look, you left a bruise on my arm." Kylie stumbled towards the paper towels, blood dripping between her fingers. Without looking up, her head grazed Jamie's arm. Jamie made no effort to move. A smear of blood traced her bicep.
"You're trying to ruin my dress!" Jamie kicked at her, but her heel caught on Kylie's dress, tearing the gauzy fabric. Rachel knew they had gone too far. Her horrified expression would have been appeared as concern, but her thoughts raced to her title. If we are caught I'll never be prom queen.
She scurried from the bathroom. As the door closed, she cry and a a hallow thump. Then silence.
Rachel didn't wait around for her friends. Her feet moved to take her to a teacher for help, but the DJ's announcement stopped her fear. It's time to announce our Prom King and Queen. Matthew spotted Rachel and took her arm. Rachel held her breath.
"Drumroll please! Your twenty-eighteen prom king is...Matthew Harris!" Cheers and hoots followed him as he climbed the stairs to accept his crown. "And your prom queen is...Ashley Johnson!" More applause and cheers. "Ashely? Who is her date? Anybody know where she went." Everyone looked around and chattered. Her date shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I'm sure she'll turn up. Alright everyone, let's keep the night going!" The music started again. Rachel stood numb. The initial shock and jealousy was quickly replaced with scalding tears. She trotted for the bathroom, forgetting what she had left inside. She threw the door open. It was empty. The mirror was intact. The only odd thing was the glitter sprinkled on the floor. Rachel hardly noticed. She had to fix her running mascara.
As she looked into the mirror, she screamed. She finally remembered her friends and what had happened. Kylie's reflection smiled back at her. The crumpled flower crown was back on her head. In her hand was Jamie's sharp stiletto.
Rachel would have moved away, but her blood had frozen. Her hands clutched the sink.
Kylie's deep silky voice filled Rachel's ears. "It turns out they weren't empty after all. There was nothing in their heads but glitter. I wonder what's in yours."
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